Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Interesting....

Tanker surprised me the other day by saying he was happy that I was happy about the move. I asked him why....

T~ "Because I was worried you'd be sad to leave."
Me~ "Missouri? Why would you think that?"
T~ "This is your home."
Me~ "Um, babe...we moved to KY when I was 4. I was gone from MO for 23 years...it's where we visited. Not where we lived."
T~ "I still thought you'd be sad."
Me~ "Not really. It'll still be here. Growing rocks and all."

To be honest, though we've tried to settle in and make it a place to live, we haven't. We've not tried hard to make it home...probably because somewhere, deep down, we knew that we'd go back to KY someday.

Thankfully the screamers take after me and have very few issues settling in somewhere and making friends (though there is an initial shy period in both...a gift from their father). They get the 'take me as I am' part from me which does tend to make them a little strange to other kiddos at first but they get along alright in the end.

Tanker has psyched himself up for school, which is good...he's tired of not being able to work. It's a different kind of drag from not being able to FIND a job, this whole being told he CAN'T have a job because he doesn't have training in a field that is not incredibly physical. Hence the going back to school part. Don't get me wrong...he'd LOVE to have a physical job; his body doesn't particularly care for the idea. And since he's already been told by the VA here that they won't do anything for his back until he's at least 50 (he's apparently too young...whatevs; like it's going to get any better on it's own over the next 13 years he'd be waiting) he's hoping that the VA down there will be more, um, helpful.

Me, I'm going to attempt to find something work-wise and then go back to school next spring. Hopping into the medical field that my family so loves and I've avoided as much as possible. Inevitable. But it's okay...I've found a field of study that I'm interested in. Unfortunately, it's expensive...so first a less expensive bit of training that will let me work at least. All goes well and I'll be done with the first bit in a year.

As it is now, we are living life in boxes (literally) and are eagerly awaiting next Wednesday morning (as early as possible) when we begin the trek back to the Bluegrass State. I don't relish the drive trapped in a Durango with 2 boys, 2 cats, 2 rabbits (gifts), an English Cocker with separation anxiety and a Boxer....but I'll manage. Though Tanker may end up with an animal or two joining him in the moving truck.

Feedjit

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